...What other reason could there be?
'Why did that resident look like Mom?' It was a question he had, of course, asked before.
Whether it was when he was lying in the hospital right after the incident, or after Uncle Kai brought him back to the Kai Family, Chaisi had murmured the question over and over.
He had asked himself, asked Uncle Kai, and even asked ordinary Hunters a disguised version of the question.
"This is not a rare phenomenon."
Uncle Kai sat in the study, his glasses having slid down his nose, his eyelids lowered to look at the open book on his lap. He slowly turned a page; under the night lamp, the paper made a crisp rustle.
The study's light was enveloped in the thick, lingering scent of cigars, and Chaisi slowly relaxed, feeling at ease.
